Bleeding Ink

Paint Fades

You painted me with colours you thought  I would enjoy;

I was grey before I met you; too grey

You wanted me to be colourful like you,

You painted me with yellow to remind me of the first time the sun kissed my skin,

Blue to remind me of the first time the ocean swept softly across my bare feet, 

Red to remind me of the fire the burned in my soul -- the fire you thought you had ignited,

Purple to remind me of our favourite flower, the iris

I was your canvas -- you the artist with ideas which you forced upon me, ideas you thought suited,

Your paint strokes were light, but they left so many more scars then intended,

You gave me the world on a silver platter -- but it was not what  I wanted nor needed;

I was blue and you were red burning with passion,

You liked me because I was blue, you thought you could fix me;

But when you touched me I became a lilac sky and then you decided purple just wasn't for you,

Now your paint has faded, your easel rusted, your love has washed away and I am grey again.

Grey as you found me and should have left me. Grey...